I had wondered, as I stumbled towards the cafe early this morning – awake far too close to dawn – why there were so many coppers in Kennington. The news this evening reveals that 150 of our intrepid gang had raided the Rastafarian Temple at the long-term squatted houses down the road from where I live. It is possible someone has been telling them fat porkers as apparently they have been searching the Temple all day for crack and so far have not found any ‘evidence’. Motive for the raid: there is a grainy surveillance photo in the paper from last week where allegedly someone outside the premises is waving a gun. It could, however, be a carrot. So, residents coming home from work today are agog in this well-to-do leafy inner London village type community place thing (leafy it is for the main part, but the tree outside my house was chopped down while I was away. Gnnnng). For mine, I thought the headlines outside Kennington Tube this afternoon were worthy of note – crack no longer available locally, so catch a flight to Miami. BA has it sorted.
Blair, meanwhile, back from his Florida holiday at the Gibbs Mansion, has today declared that gun and knife crime in London is not a consequence of poverty, but is caused by Black culture (Guardian, page 1 13 April 2007). Angry responses from all sides to such so called refusal to be cowed by political correctness. Sure, poverty should not make you want to wave a carrot or a gun… or smoke crack for fun… just smile, and wish you lived in Islington, or in one of those well-to-do sarf-London crack-den suburbs, like Kennington.
Update 14 April. The evening news reported that the cops had found Marijuana in the Rastifarian temple. I am flabbergasted.*
[*The Free Dictionary:
|Adjective: flabbergasted – as if struck dumb with astonishment and surprise; “a circle of policemen stood dumbfounded by her denial of having seen the accident”; “the flabbergasted aldermen were speechless”; “was thunderstruck by the news of his promotion”|